Tuning Deca

[Verse 1]
Tuned in, my goddess looked radiant as moon skin
Praising what I plucked from the ocean like a bluefin
Great lakes of saline solution
That form from her tears shed in this age of fear and confusion
Are teeming with life, how to shepherd something new in
And salvage what we can from the wreckage and the ruins
The systems you believe in are the same institutions
That train goons with nightsticks to cave your roof in
Moving on, cross the Rubicon
Lost in the details and minutia of the plot as we troop along
Removing flies from my bat soup using tongs
Scrutinizing every drop, trying not to lose my calm

[Chorus]
Where we headed next? Is it safe yet?
Bricks in a pyramid scheme chasing a paycheck
What's left after Babylon's model train wrecks
And who's eyeball is that at the top of the apex?

[Verse 2]
There's fingers pointing every which way
A wilderness of mirrors in the Devil's ribcage
You misbehavin' kids better do as you're told
Listen to your Uncle Sam scold, putrid and old
The very same that threw Frank Olson through a window
That COINTELPRO'd movements and uprooted their goals
And counted up his silver coins like Judas of old
I wasn't with the King of Kings, I was superimposed
Said it twice more, waiting for the rooster to crow
Bowed my head in shame, felt like I was losing control
Met some grifters on the journey and some beautiful souls
And some mixtures of the two, that's the rules of the road, so